1. Not by the brazen trumpet’s voice,
But the sweet skylark’s early lay,
Our tribes are summon’d to rejoice
In God their Saviour on this day.
Then, in the temple of the Lord,
Assembling round a throne of grace,
We sing, and pray, and hear the word,
And see our glorious Maker’s face.

2. Salvation’s silver trumpet brings
Heaven’s richest music to our ears;
Happy, whose heart with rapture springs
At the first welcome note he hears.
He, where eternal Sabbath’s shine,
Where all by God himself are taught,
Lessons shall learn of truth divine,
Of pow’r and love, surpassing thought.